Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Comic Relief #142
Travers and Kania at their best. It almost seems as if lewd jokes come with all the fruit she buys.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Net Gains
I can still remember the sound of the 14.4 dial-up, back when a poorly-timed phone-call could spell distaster for an agonisingly incomplete and thoroughly illegal intellectual property infringement via our friends at Napster. Those were the days. The times of ICQ and mIRC, where the term "you tube" might only refer to an article of female clothing and "google" was a typo for swimming apparel. Nowadays people think Alta Vista is Microsoft's next big flop.
I myself have had many thoroughly memorable experiences with this "new media" as some term it. Some good, and some bad. One such experience got me an "A" in secondary school as I recounted it to a faceless invigilator who was smitten by my romantic wiles, but that is another tale for another time. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what to write on this week; I'm facing some sort of mental blank, possibly brought upon by seven-hour-long MMORPG sessions and doing my best ninja impersonation to steer clear of certain people. The Internet does that to you, I guess. It gives you a second life, some say (sometimes literally). I would take another look at that statement, actually. To many, the internet doesn't offer a second life as much as it seems to become a person's life. To many, the term "real life" isn't so different from the persona or avatar or image or profile or character or toon or username or callsign or moniker that he or she (and even that can be a mystery unsolved) goes by on any given game, forum, chatroom, messageboard, newsgroup or network.
A few weeks ago someone I know but had never spoken to beyond "Hey, nice Man Utd jersey, is it an imitation?" came up to me and introduced me to someone else (who I actually had spoken to before), bringing her attention to some webcomics I had come up with over the past year or so. For a fleeting moment, I envisioned myself as the next A-list celebrity, though I have since not seen them or the expected horde of adoring fans clamoring for my autograph.
What is the internet? An outlet for personal opinion? A tool for fame and infamy? A facilitator for social networking? A matchmaker? A new, interactive form of entertainment? An addiction? An answer to boredom? A cause for academic mediocrity? A realm of smut and smugness? A source of information and illumination? Perhaps it is all these.
I myself have had many thoroughly memorable experiences with this "new media" as some term it. Some good, and some bad. One such experience got me an "A" in secondary school as I recounted it to a faceless invigilator who was smitten by my romantic wiles, but that is another tale for another time. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure what to write on this week; I'm facing some sort of mental blank, possibly brought upon by seven-hour-long MMORPG sessions and doing my best ninja impersonation to steer clear of certain people. The Internet does that to you, I guess. It gives you a second life, some say (sometimes literally). I would take another look at that statement, actually. To many, the internet doesn't offer a second life as much as it seems to become a person's life. To many, the term "real life" isn't so different from the persona or avatar or image or profile or character or toon or username or callsign or moniker that he or she (and even that can be a mystery unsolved) goes by on any given game, forum, chatroom, messageboard, newsgroup or network.
A few weeks ago someone I know but had never spoken to beyond "Hey, nice Man Utd jersey, is it an imitation?" came up to me and introduced me to someone else (who I actually had spoken to before), bringing her attention to some webcomics I had come up with over the past year or so. For a fleeting moment, I envisioned myself as the next A-list celebrity, though I have since not seen them or the expected horde of adoring fans clamoring for my autograph.
What is the internet? An outlet for personal opinion? A tool for fame and infamy? A facilitator for social networking? A matchmaker? A new, interactive form of entertainment? An addiction? An answer to boredom? A cause for academic mediocrity? A realm of smut and smugness? A source of information and illumination? Perhaps it is all these.
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